Romantic Suspense Series Novels & Stories

It’s better for both of us that I went the less drastic route. The third guy who approaches is a whole other kind of animal. He kind of takes my breath away, actually. Wowzies. He’s tall, muscular, and dressed like he’s just walked off the page of a Paco Rabanne magazine ad. When he smiles, my panties send a direct signal to my brain: Take me off. Now. Holy lady- boner. Vampire, twelve o’clock. Maybe they’re real. Weeee!

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode eleven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. I jerked awake and noticed it was Dawn already but something seems off. It’s as if something was gonna go wrong. I stared at Damien sleeping peacefully beside as his chest rose and fell,I just hope my hunch isn’t right. I know what awaits me,I know what is going to happen but I must overcome. The door bursted open revealing Lord Bennett, lady Katherine,Lord Alistair and four guards as they marched in,with furious looks.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

Right now, I'm working on a romantasy about a Dragonborne woman who is rejected by her fated mate and hunted to death. I also have an idea for The Ice Queen and Her Loyal Bodyguard, a forbidden romance between two people who should never fall in love. Then there's an enemies-to-lovers story about an obsessive older brother and sister who secretly team up to break up their younger siblings' relationship... only to end up falling for each other instead. And finally, a suspense romance where a college student begins to suspect that the professor she's secretly in love with may have murdered his own wife. So yes...

She wasn’t particularly hungry, but forcing herself to eat was better than sitting alone with her thoughts. After washing up, she slipped into her pajamas and followed her nightly routine—brushing her teeth, double-checking that the doors were locked, peeking through the curtains just to be sure. Finally, she crawled into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. She stared at the ceiling, her heart still racing despite the stillness around her. Nicholas Romanov was a monster. A man whose hands were stained with blood. And she had just stepped into his world.

There are so many things I could say or do at this moment, but one need drives me. Fire pours through my veins, the potent call of the moon whispering in my ear. A shiver shoots down my spine as the memories of the night before rush back, blinding in their intensity. Driven by an escalating impulse, I release his neck and push away, sliding down his body. When my feet hit the ground, I shrug my shoulders, allowing my coat to fall to the ground as I slowly sink to my knees. I don’t look away, meeting Ronan's gaze as I pepper kisses down his chest. Lust hits me like a blowtorch to the stomach. I’ll do anything and be anything he wanted if he continues staring at me just like that.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

My body arched to meet his, and with every thrust, something electric sparked under my skin. "Nathan," his name escaped my lips in a trembling whisper. I wasn't sure if I was begging him to slow down or go faster. Our breathing filled the room, mixing with soft moans and gasps. His scent surrounded me completely, and something deep inside me felt like it was breaking apart and reforming all at once. After what felt like forever, I noticed his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. I could feel him growing tenser inside me. He groaned and trembled above me, lost in sensations I was only beginning to understand.

The lantern cast her shadow long and warped against the wall, stretching her thinner than she really was. There was something on the table. She hadn’t left it there. Ben felt the spike of fear the moment her eyes landed on it. A ribbon. It lay coiled neatly beside the lamp, pale blue, clean and new. Completely out of place in the modest, worn-down room. Her breath hitched as she reached for it, fingers hovering just above the fabric. She hadn’t owned anything like this. Her chest tightened. She picked it up, the silk cool and unfamiliar against her skin. It smelled faintly of something sharp and foreign, like leather and smoke.